Suspended Pistols
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem
Most men are made of crudest iron in shapes
Like penises instead of thorns. These blunt
Iron prickles make their forced, demanding scrapes
In victims often in what men call c _ _ t.
In fact the shapes stick out all over them
Or so it seems and not just in the crotch.
These forms demand and threaten, lifting hem
And dragging panties down. Men put a notch
For each hole conquered, secret notches on
Their members. Metal of these shooting guns
Floats through society, worship of hard brawn
Allowing this, this floating weighing tons.
Desire (a fancy word for lust) suspends
Most morals for male barbs that seek sex ends.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Aug 8, 2024 | BO, CO, CU, DU, MA, ME, PE, PH |